(This is first fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a first attempt I suppose.
I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)
Chapter 9
"Lucius" Hermione's voice entered his head. Her voice calling his name swam through the thoughts in his mind. Slowly, he cleared his head and came back to reality, abandoning his memories behind him. "Lucius, are you alright?" Hermione asked "You kind of…phased out." She said. She looked at him inquisitively, watching him, as if for a sign he was alright.
"I'm fine." Lucius mumbled before smiling brightly. "I was just…thinking." Hermione returned the smile. Her worried inquisitive expression melted from her features immediately, and her lovely brown eyes warmed.
"Good." She said "For a minute I thought…well…I don't know what I thought." She shook her head, as if trying to rid her mind of bad thoughts involving poisons, the imperious curse and other such terrible things, "Anyway. You're right." She continued; a light red flush appearing on her slightly tanned cheeks as she though about Voldemort. She grew angrier as she talked. "He is like a snake. Cunning, malevolent, vile, sly, scheming, mean, malicious, despicable, unpleasant, cruel, nasty, unkind, twisted, bitter, merciless, heartless, evil." She spat the words out one after another, as if they were vile curse words "Oh he is horrible. I hope Harry defeats Voldemort!" Hermione exclaimed. It was Lucius's turn to jump. Not because she's said the last part loudly but because she'd uttered he-who-must-not-be-named's name. Hermione was the one breathing heavily now. She calmed herself down though, and looked at Lucius smiling. "I'm so glad you're on our side now. You've been a great asset to us." She said, referring to the Order of the Phoenix. Lucius smiled. "Thank you." Hermione said, touching his arm for the second time. Lucius felt warm and tingly in his stomach. Her smile faltered, as if she were about to frown. Lucius thought he'd upset her but the next few words stopped him thinking that way. "I must go though. My lessons start soon and I don't want to miss Charms." She told him. He felt ecstatic. She was disappointed to be leaving him. That must mean she liked him. He smiled to himself. Hermione waved at him, despite being stood right in front of him. Then she turned on her heel and walked away. Lucius watched her leave again. This time he didn't follow. Instead he walked towards the dungeons for his own lessons. He recalled the image of Hermione as she left, with her wonderful swaying hips, her full rounded buttocks and her long curly brown hair that fell in waves down her back. He placed the fresh image inside his memories. He smiled warmly to himself; his collection was growing.